Mr. Robinson: [in anger for ruining Elaine's wedding] You punk! You crazy punk! I'll kill you!

Mr. Robinson: Do you ummm... do you want to tell me *why* you did it
Benjamin: Mr. Robinson!
Mr. Robinson: Do you have a special grudge against me? Do you feel a particularly strong resentment? Is there something I've said that's caused this contempt, or is it just things I stand for that you despise?

Mr. McCleery: [after the incident with Elaine screaming] I want you outta here.
Benjamin: What?
Mr. McCleery: I want you outta here.
Benjamin: Why?
Mr. McCleery: Because I don't like you.
[closes door]

Mr. McCleery: [asks Benjamin why he is in Berkeley] I just like to know what my boys are up to.
Mr. McCleery: You aren't one of those agitators, are you?
Benjamin: What?
Mr. McCleery: I hate 'em. I won't stand for it.

Benjamin: Listen to me. What happened between Mrs. Robinson and me was nothing. It didn't mean anything. We might just as well have been shaking hands.
Mr. Robinson: Shaking hands? Well, that's not saying much for my wife, is it?

Elaine: Good night.
Benjamin: Are we getting married tomorrow?
Elaine: No...
Benjamin: Day after tomorrow?
Elaine: I don't know. Maybe we are, and maybe we're not.

[Mrs. Robinson comes into Elaine's room, naked, and locks the door with Benjamin inside with her]
Benjamin: Oh God. Oh, let me out.
Mrs. Robinson: Don't be nervous.
Benjamin: Get away from that door.
Mrs. Robinson: I want to say something first.
Benjamin: Jesus Christ.
Mrs. Robinson: Benjamin, I want you to know that I'm available to you, and if you won't sleep with me this time...
Benjamin: Oh, my Christ.
Mrs. Robinson: If you won't sleep with me this time I want you to know that you can call me up anytime you want and we'll make some kind of arrangement.
Benjamin: Oh...
Mrs. Robinson: Do you understand what I...
Benjamin: Let me out.
Mrs. Robinson: Benjamin, do you understand what I just said?
Benjamin: Yes! Yes. Let me out!
Mrs. Robinson: I find you very attractive.

Mr. McGuire: Plastics.

Mrs. Robinson: Elaine, it's too late!
Elaine: Not for me!

Mrs. Robinson: Would you like me to seduce you?